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The Saddest Song	By : Auska Category: Weiß Kreuz > General Views: 1180 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Saddest Song
By: Schwarz tot Schwarz das Bloot (Aerys Krystie).
Theme: AU, XOver.
Plot: A European band is touring Japan. Schwarz have been sent to assassinate them, Weiss to protect them. Who will win?
Disclaimer: The characters of D.N.Angel and Weiss Kreuz are not mine.
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‘They’re a band!’
Bradley Crawford raised a lazy eyebrow, before squaring his shoulders. True, that was pretty much all the information they had on their targets. But it was a job, no less, and they would do it.
‘Yes, they are a band.’
Schuldig rolled his eyes. Being told they were to assassinate a European band did not classify as a job. They were a band. That’s all there was to it. Massen Genozid was by far one of the most popular bands in all of Europe. Having to assassinate them because they were popular was just archaic.
And to top it all off, they were one of Schuldig’s favorite bands. He had been following them since they first sang Das Traurigste Lied in a pub, where they were first noticed. Sure, the song had changed a little, but it was still the same as when they first sang it.
With a sigh, Schuldig threw his hands up in defeat, muttering, ‘At least we’ll be able to kill them at a concert.’
‘That may be a little difficult to do, Schuldig,’ Crawford stated. ‘Apparently Kritiker knows about Estet attempting to take to take them out, so, they assigned – ’
‘Oh, fuck me! Not them!’ Schuldig groaned. ‘They are the luckiest toss-pots I know!’
Nagi tried not to smile at the name Schuldig gave to the white assassins. Instead, he cleared his throat. ‘Yes, them. Massen Genozid will be under constant, twenty-four hour protection. Mainly from deranged fans wanting to see them, and the press.’
‘Which is why – Farf! Stop that!’
Everyone turned to the Irishman, who was currently hacking at the arm of the Italian leather sofa, with one of his many knives. He grumbled, putting his knife away, slouching with his arms crossed over his chest. Schuldig was smirking; Crawford glaring; Nagi looking worried.
‘Which is why you and Nagi are going to become friends with them. Allowing us through the barrier. It may not be the full team, but at least it’s some. Are we clear?’ Crawford looked from Schuldig to Nagi, and back again.
Schuldig stood from the sofa, bowing slightly. ‘Ja, Meister.’ He went to the front hall, pulled on his green coat, and left the apartment.
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‘It’s a band!’
Manx glared at Yohji. She did not wish to explain, for the third time, why they had to protect the band. It was their job, as a part of Kritiker, to protect innocents. She would make sure they did that job properly.
‘They are in danger of being assassinated, for the simple fact: they are too popular. Will you allow these people to be murdered, just because you think they are not worth protecting?’
Aya’s eyes narrowed. ‘We do not think that. They will have all the security they need. Why would they need us as well?’
Manx turned her attention to the redhead. ‘Because the people out to assassinate them is – ’
‘Oh, fuck me! Not them! Anyone but them!’ Yohji groaned. ‘They are the most inconsiderate, cock-sucking, fucktards that I know!’
Manx closed her eyes. She could feel a headache coming on, and she did not need to deal with this on top of everything else. Slowly, her eyes opened, and she looked around the group.
‘Will you, or will you not, do it?’ she demanded, through clenched teeth.
‘We will,’ Omi said, as he stood from the chain. He ignored all the eyes turned to him. ‘We are Weiss, and we will do everything in our power to stop those people from being killed.’
Ken smiled. He knew no-one would go against Omi. No-one in their right mind would dare oppose him. He stopped smiling when Manx began gathering her files.
‘They arrive in two hours. They have been informed that four of Japan’s best body guards will be protecting them, as well as their own.’ She sighed to herself. ‘That is all. Meet them at the airport.’ She inclined her head, and left the mission room.
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‘Oh! Mein back is killing mich!’
Dark looked over the top of his magazine, seeing his younger brother rubbing his lower back. He smiled, shaking his head. Krad had always been the most energetic out of them. He could never stand to sit still for more than an hour.
He watched his brother stand from his seat, and move into the aisle, where he bent back, until he was almost holding his ankles. Dark laughed, throwing a paper cup at the blond.
‘Sit unten, Krad. We’ll get in Mühe, und you know es.’ Dark tried not to giggle, as Krad grumbled, but sat down again.
‘Dieses ist Ihr Kapitän sprechen. Wir werden in Zwanzig Minuten landen. Befestigen Sie bitte Ihre seatbelts und setzen Sie Stühle in die aufrechte Position ein. Danke.’
Everyone aboard the plane did as requested. Dark went back to reading his magazine, Krad hummed one of their songs, Heinrich continued to play his game, and Karl went back to sleep. When the plane came to a halt, Krad jumped up from his seat, and raced to the door.
Heinrich followed shortly after, and Dark woke Karl. They waited for the stewardess to open the door, before they walked down the flight of stairs. None of them were surprised to see a mob of screaming fans waiting for them. They walked past, smiling, signing books, CD covers, jackets, and underwear.
When they entered the building, they all stopped and blinked as camera flashes nearly blinded them. They ignored the media, and proceeded to get their baggage. Their manager had told them not to speak to the press about anything.
They left the building, heading towards the limousine waiting for them. They threw their suitcases in the trunk, before they clambered in through the door, arguing over who had the window seat. When they stopped arguing, they noticed four other people in the car.
‘Do we have das Unrecht car?’ Dark asked, looking at the four, who had taken all the window seats.
Omi cleared his throat. His German was poor, but he was determine to try. ‘Um…Nein. Wir sind…No, no. Wir sind Ihre Viehstöße,’ he concluded with a smile, which he lost at the vacant looks on the musicians faces.
‘Geben Sie ihm Gutschrift für das Versuchen,’ Heinrich said. ‘We speak English, buddy.’
Omi looked relieved. At least that he was fluent in. ‘Good. I’m Omi, this Aya, Ken, and Yohji.’ Quick smiles and a flurry of hellos. ‘Can you tell me what I said before?’
‘Ja. You said you lot will be our cattle prods. I want the window seat!’ Dark glared at Ken.
‘Hell no! You had the window seat on the way here! It’s mein turn!’
Weiss stared at the four musicians, then exchanged a look between them. Finally, Aya clapped his hands. He turned to Omi and muttered something in Japanese.
‘We have taken the window seats for your protection. In case someone tries to shoot you through the window, we’ll be there to block it.’
Karl snorted. ‘Willen, sein Leben auf die Linie an solch einem jungem Alter zu setzen,’ he murmured, sitting beside Ken. ‘Karl.’ He held his hand out the brunette.
Ken smiled. ‘Konichi wa,’ he greeted warmly.
‘What did you call me!’
Omi’s eyes widened. ‘No! He didn’t call you anything! He only said hello!’
‘Oh. Hi to you, too.’ Karl settled against the back of the seat and closed his eyes.
Heinrich sighed. ‘Mein Gott, werden wir geschraubt.’
Dark nodded. ‘Yep.’
Krad frowned. ‘How?’
Heinrich had the sudden urge to throttle Krad, but remained calm. ‘Sie verstehen nicht unsere Sprache, und wir verstehen nicht ihr. Sie nur Weise wir Dose stehen Sie in Verbindung sind durch ihn.’ He pointed to Omi, who looked around nervously.
‘Oh, I see,’ Krad said, as he sat down beside Aya, still looking as though he was working it out.
Heinrich sat beside Yohji, still wanting to throttle Krad. Dark sat beside Omi, who had closed the door. As soon as the door was closed, the engine purred to life, and they were heading for their hotel. The musicians spoke non-stop, pointing out the windows, laughing. It was almost as if they didn’t have a care in the world.
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Schuldig paced the length of the roof, sighing. He was finding this to be very boring. Nagi was doing most of the work, staking out the rooms of the band members. Schuldig had gotten bored long before then, and contemplated making a car crash or something.
He walked back over to where Nagi was, sitting beside the Japanese boy. He kicked his legs out in front of himself, and rested his back against an antenna. ‘Okay, so who am I going to “befriend”? Gott, I hate that word. It leaves a foul aftertaste in mein mouth.’
Nagi handed Schuldig a photo. ‘You’ll be befriending Krad.’
Schuldig stared at the photo. ‘Fuck no! Why cant I do Dark?’
Nagi looked at Schuldig, smirking. He suddenly didn’t seem that innocent. ‘Because you’re not Dark’s type.’
‘Oh? Und I am Krad’s type?’
‘Yep. You see; on Massen Genozid’s homepage, in their biographies, they have what they find attractive. Dark likes dark hair and eyes. Krad has always had thing for green eyes and an arrogant attitude,’ Nagi explained, as he brought up the pages he was talking about.
‘Dark and Krad Mousy? They’re brothers.’
‘Twins, to be exact. Dark is older by two minutes. He – ’
‘I get the younger one, huh? I guess I can live with that. Not that I – Hey!’
Nagi looked up from the screen. ‘What?’ He followed Schuldig’s eyes and saw that Dark was looking right at them. ‘Can he see us?’
Schuldig stared at Dark, narrowing his eyes. ‘Oh, fuck me! This is ridiculous!’
Nagi stared at Schuldig. It seemed obvious that the German couldn’t get into the musician’s mind, judging by the colorful words that were coming out of his mouth. When Schuldig had calmed down, Nagi asked him what went wrong. What Schuldig said did not help.
‘He’s a Natural.’
Nagi’s jaw fell. He shook his head, trying to clear it. ‘I-I thought they didn’t exist.’
‘They’re rare. And it’s the reason why Estet wants them eliminated.’ Schuldig sighed, staring at the window to Dark’s room.
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Okay…That’s chapter one. I actually have some idea of where this story is going, and I hope it turns out good. Reviews would be wonderful!
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